Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put a horn here, here and here. I can't find it when I'm mad.
I know he could be anywhere! Narrow it down, please!
I remember you.
I have no roots. All I know is that...
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
-Pull your chair closer, my son. -What is it, Dad?
I feel the same about you.
I'm happy to say that he only had a mild arrhythmia.
Mild! There wasn't anything mild about it!
Not that close!
Oh Brother, Where Art Thou
Our records state the Powells adopted him and named him Herbert.
We left the baby at the Shelbyville orphanage, and I never saw him again.
I want a horn here, here, and here. you can never find a horn when you're mad.
Understand? -Sort of.
-Not a word. -No panto-ma-mine, either.
Hello. Well, you know what? I'm glad you're nervous...
"Uncle Herb" sounds so formal. Do you think you could call me "Unky Herb"?
There must be something we can do about that.
...because that means we're on the right track.
-From the Shelbyville Orphanage? -How did you know?
I want a gun here, here, and here